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Sunset
04:43
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Burning eyes and perspiration, he runs his hands through short, red hair. Heavy breathing and whispered words: "I'll love you til I die." Trembling hands and eyes held closed. Scarlet lips and freckled faces run. Fingers pulling at pale white bodies; they're drowning in desire. My conscience was a sickbed in the dream infirmary. My filthy paws, these tigers claws, are twisted- I put my gloves on guiltlessly. No greater thrill, no forgiveness. I burn in their anticipation. The bitter pill, the final kill. I burn in their anticipation. Won't it be sweet when their sweat turns cold? Will I ruin their fleeting dreams of growing old? Will he scream and shake and beg for mercy, or will he be snuffed out early? Sunset on your skin. Won't you let me in? I feel, I smell, I fuck them in the hall. Their fingers will stay intertwined forever. Desire, to desperation, to despair. Blood and sweat and matted hair. I know I'll smile while their splashing, death and love and I'm just laughing. I've drowned the thing I couldn't have. I wish this love could make me sad. And, at the bitter, blood-stained end, I won't be made to hurt again. Become the thing you couldn't be. This love will not return to me. No victory is so complete as what is running down my wrists. Please let there be a God so I don't ever not exist. Will it be spoiled when their skin turns white? Will my brilliance blaze all through the night? I have been chosen to ascend. Won't it be sweet when their sweat turns cold? Will I ruin their fleeting dreams of growing old? Will they scream and shake and beg for mercy?
Forgive me not for what I've done- give me your love, eternal. They were bathing in their perfect love. This fever dream will go on. The whole world will know my face. You'll learn every gory detail. I must not fail.
Rosie, you can't save me.
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Hunter/Killer
04:50
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"I'm growing too tired to walk," she said, "we might as well start running."
I have become part of the herd. I will not run with you- we'll occupy the same cage. Pull me up from the debris. Am I a hero, or just an average man? I know, I know- I'm nobody's hero. I'm nobody. I know, I know. I'm not your hero. I have become part of the pack. I will not hunt with you- we'll occupy the same bed. You asked me in. I pulled you out from the debris, won't you sink your teeth into me? She said, "Pull me up from the debris." Watch me be the hero. I can be the hero, alone. I can save you if you'll let me.
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To Live
04:56
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The frozen sun never came up today, behind sheets of burning rain. My breath hangs low and nothing grows. The world is left to live with it. The ground is turned to ashes and soot; people flee the burning rain and I am trampled under foot. I suffer and scream but my soul survives. The air has turned to smoke and snow. I've got burns on both my hands and its 20 degrees below. Awake I dream; my dreams don't die. My icy feet hit frosted ground- I'm running away from the rain. Afraid to leave my ruined house. The ocean roars, it's at my door. I can feel it rolling in. This broken home is filled with ghosts. Now the walls are caving. The world is left to live with it. The ground is turned to ashes and soot; people flee the burning rain and I am trampled under foot. I suffer and scream but my soul survives. The air has turned to smoke and snow. I've got burns on both my hands and its 20 degrees below. Awake I dream; my dreams don't die. Don't make a sound. Oceans of fire, pouring up from the ground. Close my eyes and try to sleep time backwards. Burn, freeze or drown. Don't make a sound. Flames climbing high on the side of the burial mound. Burn, drown or freeze. Towers of smoke billow up through the trees. We all need to survive. We all need to feel alive.
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Casino Song
06:13
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Hey lonesome, are you lonesome as me? No you didnt reply. Just took the drink that I poured you, swore and sucked the glass dry. And would you love me if I was half machine? Could you keep my heart still and make my lungs breath? And would you trust me to take care of my soul? Could you bear the thought that youre not in constant control? Hey lonesome, are you lonesome as me? No you didnt reply. Just took the drink that I poured you, swore and sucked the glass dry. You swore to me I had no soul. I want to take back all the thoughts you stole. And so we'll sit in this car at the bar and watch the people pass by. As the sun sets on me and my cigarettes, it struck me hard in the note, sang the note that its not over yet. As the moon rose and I took off my clothes, I felt it down my back im relaxed and reposed. I hope the drive, it drives you crazy. Youll wish you never asked me in. I hope the sun comes up and melts me. So I never suck your blood again. Hey lonesome, are you lonesome as me? No you didnt reply. Just took the drink that I poured you, swore and sucked the glass dry. You swore to me I had no soul. I want to take back all the thoughts you stole. And so we'll sit in this car at the bar and watch the people pass by.
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stop.drop.rewind Valparaiso, Indiana
stop.drop.rewind is what happens we emo kids grow up and get jazz degrees. Kris and DJ have been playing together since 2000, Andy is new(ish)!
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